But this street was hardly bustling with people to begin with, and most had already taken cover. There were only a few who might have been hit by stray bullets, so Xia Liang altered the trajectories of their destinies a bit.
A few moments later, the sound of sweeping gunfire in the street finally came to a halt.
Luodan and Professor Rico turned their gaze away, unable to bear the sight of the aftermath below.
From a distance, Liao Yijie and his two companions had no idea if Xia Liang had truly survived.
But as the smoke cleared, an unscathed Xia Liang appeared in the front passenger seat, right before the eyes of everyone from the Tufeng Group. Meanwhile, the body in the driver's seat had already been battered into pulp.
Seeing Xia Liang's slowly curving smile and his completely unharmed body, the last remaining executive of the Tufeng Group felt his scalp tingle and instinctively took two steps back. The faces of the others nearby also grew uneasy.
